towards. Night was a staunch guardian of Remus, yes, but he considered his
role to be one further than that. A guardian of humanity. A civil war
between all the humans he knew to exist, with new threats on the border?
Unacceptable. Gracefully withdrawing to the shadows for a decade or
two - a century or two, after Sentinel Dawn’s unfortunate meddling - might
be the proper decision, as much as it galled him. However, he hadn’t lasted
so long by allowing his pride to dictate his actions. He would see.
Night did not intend to lose to some upstart who had lived for less than
a blink of his eye. He tried his best not to be taken unaware, and nearly
every single person with enough potential power to be a threat had been
gathered under the banner of his Sentinels.
They would not turn on him. They believed far too strongly in the
institution, and Night had ensured that he and the banner of the Sentinels
were one and the same in their mind. A slow, careful guidance of the
centuries, bearing fruit on this day. It wouldn’t be the first or the last time
the countless hours spent working as a Sentinel would pay off.
That was the more cynical view. On a deeper level, Night was a true
believer in the Sentinels. Guardians of humanity, simply one way that his
endless debt of gratitude could be repaid. It was impossible to fully pay it
off, but Night would try, even if it took him an Immortal’s lifetime.
"They will announce an initiative they believe to be new today." Night
conversationally told Jaclyn. As foolish as the girl could be at times, she
was demonstrably more competent than the majority of his other spawn,
and as such, was being groomed to take on more responsibilities.
Misha was also present, although Night was not entirely thrilled with
the man. He had shown some early promise, and while his initiatives were
solid, if slightly uninspired, the man lacked grace, decorum, manners, and
foresight. The best he could reach for was to be a useful pawn, although
Night had use for any number of those.
Naturally, as time passed, the total number of things that Night needed
to manage would increase, and a new set of vampires would have to be
raised, trained, carefully groomed and managed for the new role he
envisioned for them. Some could rise, like Jaclyn. Others would not
succeed as greatly as he had hoped, and would become yet another pawn.
One day, even the creation and training of such pawns would be out of
Night’s hands, although he would be careful to ensure that the vampires